For the first time in ages, I met up with a local running club for their weekly track workout. They’re kind of a roving bunch in the winter: they go wherever there might be some lights on, and where they won’t get booted out.
Tonight’s edition was at a middle school in the suburbs.
I arrived. Looked around awkwardly for the people I whose workout I was crashing. Exchanged clumsy hellos and hey-remember-mes. Glanced down and realized I was standing on concrete.
“Is this like a…sidewalk track?” I asked.
“Yep, and there’s a hill over there!” one girl said, a little too enthusiastically. I squinted through the haze of the orange field lights. It looked flat to me.
But then, warming up? Yup, there was definitely a hill there. And not just like a banked-corner hill. An actual noticeable incline. Awesome.
“It’s the only place that would turn the lights on tonight,” another girl explained. And yes, so it was: there were at least three teams working out there this evening. On a hilly slab of cement bathed in hazy orange light.
Runners are a funny bunch sometimes.
Today’s EAT: My belly was growling and doing a carb chant when I got home from running. I responded with a quick batch of bacon potato chowder.
Sopped up with half of a big baguette. Carbs.
(Although it was tasty, I’m gonna work on this one a little bit before sharing a recipe. This was totally off the cuff and as I was in a massive hurry to shove food down my gullet, I took some shortcuts.)
Today’s DRINK: Oh hey, MOAR CARBS.
I rescued a lonely Highland Oatmeal Porter from the back of the fridge to have with dinner.
[Insert ten nearly-identical pictures of this oatmeal porter sitting in the grass, topped with various fruits and seeds and nut butters, along with a blurb about how it’s the most amazing thing ever.]
Nah, I wouldn’t do that to ya. 🙂 Besides, I drank it all before I could give it the health blogger treatment.
Anyway. For a porter, it was fairly light and fizzy – kind of a dark purple color without much head. Strong cola flavors. Fairly hoppy. Easy to drink. I enjoyed it, but don’t know if I’d go out of my way to drink it again.
Today’s RUN: Now the gory details of today’s concrete track session.
The assignment: 4 X mile at half-marathon pace, 1 min recovery
The results: 3 X mile at…um…faster than HM pace. 6:56, 7:01, 6:48. The blink-and-you’ll-miss-it recovery was a little tough, but while I was circling the concrete I felt pretty smooth. (And for the record, I didn’t actually bag on the last one; it was a premeditated decision, at attempt to not blow my load and re-injure myself on my first track session in two months. I hope it worked!)
Add 2+change each for the warm up and cool down and I ended the day with 7.3 miles in 56 minutes. Whew. I think I’m going to sleep soundly tonight. And take a well-earned easy day tomorrow.
Today’s QUESTION: What’s your favorite soup? I don’t eat much soup because I’m afraid of slimy vegetables. But bacon chowders I can handle.